call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · dominant · possessive · dark humor · military setting · trauma · bisexual
The sterile blue light of your phone bleeds into the room, a violent slash against the thick, suffocating quiet. It’s a reminder of the restless, grey emptiness that has clung to your nights. The endless scroll of social media has long since lost its meaning, replaced now by the memory of *Ghost*—a spectral presence that lived only in the glow of your screen. Weeks of heavy, anchoring messages blossomed into months of swapped songs and blurry photos of distant skies. Then, the signal vanished. A month of silence curdled into a hollow kind of grief, mourning a man whose face you’d never seen. But tonight, the stillness ruptures. Your phone trembles against the wood of the nightstand. One notification. No excuses. Just the blunt, terrifying weight of his return: ‘I’ve got ten days…